A Dark Passion

by Natalie Hancock

  Tyroz growled and pulled on his chains.

  “Now, I will have the pleasure of watching the famous, blood-lusted Master Tyroz, kill his bonded mate and then deal with the consequences.”

  “Siantis, no!”

  He unchained Tyroz from the wall and backed up quickly, giggling manically.

  When Tyroz walked forward, Alara cringed back as far as her chains would allow her. He bared his fangs and moved with the speed only predators used when hunting their prey. Within seconds, Tyroz stood in front of her, and inhaled deeply.

  “Tyroz, please, it’s me.”

  He moved closer, growling.

  Alara shook. “Antask—”

  He lunged for her, sank his fangs into her throat and pressed her body against the wall.

  Pain pulsed through her neck but was replaced with intense pleasure within seconds. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and gripped her chains hard while Tyroz growled against her skin and sucked hard, making her legs buckle. If Tyroz hadn’t pressed his body against hers to keep her up, her chains would have done the job.

  And had she not been an assassin, trained to know where the danger was, she wouldn’t have known that Tyroz was going to kill her if he carried on.

  “Tyroz,” her words came out as a breathless moan but Tyroz didn’t stop, even when he lifted her up and slipped himself into her. She wondered for a second when he’d released himself and moaned when he began to move. He wasn’t gentle and moved roughly, still drinking from her neck.

  Alara moaned loudly, overcome with so much pleasure that she came instantly. Tyroz moved faster, still gripping her neck with his teeth. His growl vibrated down her neck and across her breasts, causing her nipples to tingle.

  “Antask, please!” she begged, feeling another orgasm rock her from the inside. She wasn’t sure if she was begging for more, or for him to stop.

  He took a large pull, and groaned against her skin. He slammed himself into her and she distantly felt his hot seed spill inside her.

  Siantis giggled and Alara realised she’d forgotten about him. “How very entertaining. You look quite wonderful when you come, my dear.”

  “Fuck…you,” she breathed.

  Siantis moved forward and Tyroz attacked him. Siantis was quick to avoid his attacks, but couldn’t move quick enough to get any in.

  “Not a big man now, are we?” Alara asked even as she sagged against the chains. She felt like she had no energy left.

  Siantis laughed loudly. “I shall leave you to him, shall I?” He punched Tyroz in the face before disappearing from the room.

  Tyroz banged on the door before inhaling deeply. He growled and turned to Alara.

  Oh no. “Tyroz,” she whispered. She’d hoped he would have woken himself up by having sex, but when he strode up to her and tilted her head to the side, she knew it had only made it worse. He bit into her, ignoring her cry of pain and when Nikalye and Doxiak ran into the room, he still didn’t stop.

  “Alara!”

  “Don’t! He’s in bloodlust! He’ll kill you if you come close!” Alara told them, trying not to moan at the same time. The pleasure inside was cascading around her body, making her feel alight even when her mind screamed danger.

  When both vampires inched closer, Tyroz clenched his teeth down harder, causing Alara to cry out in pain. Tears sprang to her eyes and unable to hold them back, or stay strong anymore, they spilled over. “Antask, please,” she whispered, her body shaking. “Please hear my voice, follow it and come back. Please.”

  The air shimmered and light filled the room, forcing Alara to shut her eyes. Feeling her body sag, she struggled to open her eyes and move her body.

  Stay awake, Alara.

  The soft voice in her head forced her eyes open, and she met violet eyes over Tyroz’s shoulder.

  Layla walked forward, not caring about Tyroz’s warning growls. Darkness seeped out of her, slithering along the floor and wrapping around his ankles and legs.

  He growled and pulled his fangs from her neck to hiss at Layla. The darkness tightened as Alara sagged against the chains, and Tyroz flew across the room, hitting the wall hard enough to shake the entire room.

  Nikalye appeared, but his face swam in front of Alara. The room spun fast, making her feel nauseous and she struggled to breathe through the pain coursing through her. Black spots filled her vision as she tried to make out what Nikalye was saying, and then warmth filled her body, numbing the pain and making her close her eyes.

  Chapter Ten

  Alara inhaled deeply when a familiar scent filled her nose. She felt her body reacting, heat pooling between her legs and longing causing her to ache in a sweet way. She opened her eyes slowly and stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. Flecks of silver shone down, reflected from the light that shone through the partially open curtain.

  Although the room was unfamiliar to her, she knew where she was. Antask’s room. In his bed king-sized bed draped with red silk, wearing one of his shirts.

  Antask!

  She shot out of bed and crashed to the floor when everything spun. Warm hands helped her to her feet and held her steady when she swayed.

  “You need to be resting, Alara.”

  “Nikalye, please I need to see Antask. Please,” she begged.

  The red in his eyes swirled slightly, making Alara feel dizzy watching before he nodded. “If anyone can help him, it is you.” Before she could make sense of his words, he guided her out of the bedroom and into the hall filled with vampires.

  Alara’s stomach grumbled loudly and all eyes turned to hers. “How embarrassing,” she mumbled, putting a hand over her stomach when it rolled uncomfortably.

  Nikalye’s eyes swept over her and his eyebrows drew down slightly. “You need to feed.”

  “I’m fine. I just want to see Tyroz.”

  “Alara, Tyroz is still in bloodlust—he is unstable and can hurt you.”

  “Nikalye, we are bonded. If anyone can get him out of bloodlust, it is me.”

  He smiled and walked through the crowed of vampires who hadn’t stopped staring. Their eyes followed as they passed.

  “If you keep staring, I will drain you all dry. You heard Master Nikalye, I’m very hungry.” She bared her fangs for emphasis.

  The vampires turned away quickly.

  Nikalye chuckled. “Tyroz deserves you.”

  “Deserves a happy ending? Or deserves the ass-kicking he’ll get in the future?”

  His smile widened but he didn’t elaborate as he pulled open a large door, and let Alara pass.

  She walked down the stone stairs, further into the cold room that opened up into a large space filled will cells. Tyroz took up the one in the shadows, his face half hidden in them as his red filled eyes locked onto hers and didn’t let her go.

  “Be careful,” Nikalye murmured as she walked forward slowly. “His cell is unlocked, but he is chained to the wall. He can’t escape.”

  Alara didn’t speak as she walked closer to him, feeling the air around her stir with lust. Tyroz stood perfectly still even when she pulled open the barred doors, but when she stepped within reaching distance, he growled low.

  Alara sighed. “You need to stop doing that—you’re taking the sexy out of growling.”

  Tyroz stopped and cocked his head to the side.

  “Oh, so you understand me despite being the animal you’ve become. That’s good. But save your growling for when you fuck me because it’ll send me straight over the edge.” She stepped closer and Tyroz bared his fangs.

  Alara laughed. “It’s not nice, is it? Becoming the thing you hate so much—the thing you hated Layla for becoming.”

  “Alara, tread carefully,” Nikalye murmured, sounding closer than before.

  “He’s a big boy, I’m sure he can handle the beating I’m about to give him.” With her words, she punched Tyroz hard and pushed him into the wall. “You’re a hypocrite, Antask, and it’s about time you admit it before I end up killing you myself, bond or not.” She grabbed
his large hand and put it against her cheek. “Stop your damn sulking and grow up!”

  Tyroz glared at her and slipped his hand down her neck, tightening his hold on her for just a second before easing his grip.

  “So you are there, aware of everything you’re doing? I’m glad because you have to live with this for the rest of your life. Maybe you’ll cut Layla some slack because I sure as hell guarantee that she is going to have you for this. Master Tyroz went into bloodlust and nearly bled his bonded mate dry. You can’t escape this.” Alara felt Nikalye move closer when Tyroz pulled her close.

  “You need to watch that mouth of yours,” he growled.

  “What’s the point when you’ll have your lips on them?” She cocked a brow and smiled when he dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers softly.

  “Thank you,” he murmured softly.

  “Master Tyroz apologising, never in my life did I think I would live to hear those words.”

  “Don’t push your luck, woman.”

  “Before I take my leave,” Nikalye interrupted, stepping into the cells. He stood close to Tyroz and murmured something.

  Alara couldn’t hear his words, but became interested when Tyroz’s eyebrows rose and his eyes met hers. “You are sure?”

  “Feed her, Tyroz. She needs it more than ever now.” Nikalye met her eyes. “Alara.” He bowed his head before leaving.

  Before Alara could ask any questions, Tyroz kissed her hard, taking the breath right out of her and awakening the ache that lay inside. She pulled back, breathing heavily. “Say it,” she breathed, turning her head away again when he tried to kiss her.

  “Alara.”

  “Say the words, Antask.”

  He growled. “Thank you for saving me, I now understand what you go through when hunger strikes.” He exhaled softly. “I now understand why Layla could not control her urges when she went into bloodlust.”

  “Good,” she murmured. “It is harder for a dhampir because we hunger for those around us. Siantis planned on breaking me and making me attack my loved ones, knowing I would not be able to stop myself. But, miraculously, you came to my rescue and his plan changed to you. Although Siantis wanted you to kill me, he did not bank on Nikalye and Doxiak arriving. Nor did he plan on seeing Layla.” Alara laughed.

  “Siantis is dead?”

  “Oh no. Layla hasn’t killed him. Yet. She wanted to give you your chance with him first.” She ran her hand over his chest. “She’s a wonderful hybrid, and deserves an apology from you.”

  “I know, and as soon as I am finished with you, I will do so.”

  Alara raised her eyebrows, shocked. “You will?”

  “Of course, although I don’t know when it will be.” He slowly began to undress her.

  “Why?”

  “Because I plan on making love to you until you beg me to stop,” he replied, his voice low and heated.”

  Alara moaned. “Fat chance that will ever happen,” she replied as he ran his lips down her neck.

  He chuckled. “Exactly.” He turned her face and met her eyes. “I love you, dhampir.”

  Tears sprang into her eyes. “So long I’ve wanted to hear those words.”

  “A simple, I love you, too, would have done. There’s no need for the waterworks.”

  Alara hit him hard. “You ass.”

  He laughed and kissed her. “We are celebrating, and I want to get started on the main course.”

  “Celebrating? For what?”

  Tyroz kissed her neck. “You’re pregnant, Alara. We’re having a baby.”

  Alara’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened, making Tyroz laugh.

  “Speechless, never in my life did I think I would live to see that happen.” He kissed her before she could speak. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, too,” was all she could reply as his lips travelled across her jaw and down her neck.

  About the Author

  I’m a talkative, hyperactive writer of Erotic Vampire Paranormal Romance books. I love both reading and writing, and I love listening to loud rock/hardcore music. I was born in Devon, Plymouth in 1991. I didn’t stay there for long and moved to Lincoln. I wasn’t always a lover of books, I was more an animal person then. I went to University of Lincoln, Riseholme College, where I studied an animal course for two years. It was only when I saw J.K Rowling’s, Harry Potter books that I start reading. Over the years, I read more books, including Twilight and House of Night and soon I became a huge lover of books. I love reading so much, and all the books that I’ve read have inspired to start writing my own, though reading vampire books did not inspire me to write vampire books myself, my dreams did that for me. I own more than a hundred books, mainly vampires, and read over double. I plan to have my very own library of books that I love and will continue to read repeatedly, without getting bored. I’m a true believer of all things supernatural, and hope that one day, I’ll have the pleasure of meeting one. I live with my partner, Reece and my little zoo which consists of an army of hamsters, a hyperactive chinchilla called, Hektor, four guinea pigs, and two rats. I have written a seven book series called the Cursed in Darkness series. They are Paranormal Erotica Romance books which tells the story of half-breed Layla as she goes about her daily life, struggling with her hunger for blood, to keep her secrets a secret and to keep out of Deaths hands as he constantly reaches out. I am also in the middle of writing a werewolf/vampire/hybrid trilogy called Wolf Hunt and a witch/hybrid/vampire/werewolf series called Hidden Powers.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About the Author